don't tell daddy

I had a moment driving Miss T home the other day from her Yaya’s. I realised that I was being a little bit of  a hypocrite and quite a cheeky Mumma. I was feeding my almost 1.5 year old an M&M at almost each traffic light just to keep her quiet. (yep you read that right!) Great strategy Mumma! At the time I felt quite guilty but this morning I am finding it quite funny. The poor hubby would have been scolded for this type of behaviour and in fact was somewhat recently…I hopped out of bed. The two of them were so peaceful on the couch watching basketball. Miss T was so content and quietly nibbling on something.

'what is she eating for breakfast?'

‘she wanted tiny teddies!’ 

‘so you gave her tiny teddies. Seriously!’

So how did we get to this moment of serious misjudgement by me...

1. I was tired after working

2. The little monkey wouldn’t stop crying hysterically

3. I was trying to sneak the odd M&M into my own mouth without her seeing

4.  She saw and she put out her sweet little hand and said ‘me’

I thought oh why not. Who will see. And one became two and two became three and so on... And why am I telling you this, I guess to clear my conscious and to proclaim I can do better! Don't get me wrong we give Miss T the odd treat but I am just thinking that perhaps a bartering system of chocolate for quiet isn't such a great idea. I am not naive enough to think there won't be more of these moments and I no doubt will use the old ' don't tell daddy' often over the next oh 20 years but I am hoping they will be few and far between.

Once my own dad told me ‘parents aren’t perfect, we all make mistakes and we are only learning' and right now this little pearl of wisdom is ringing true. Sorry no more M&M’S for you Miss T.


Miss T loving her 'Gumnut' freckle on a saturday morning at the markets.
A treat daddy knew about...

Photo's courtesy of Miss T's gorgeous godmother Aunty La

 

big girl? baby girl?

Ok we are back. I guess we have been busy. Me growing another little bubba human being and Miss T perfecting a fair few new skills

1. how to throw a good old tantrum (if this isn't the terrible 2's I am terrified!)
2. how to quack like a duck, bark like a dog (or Popo in our case) and roar like a lion
3. how to feed herself with a spoon (she has become quite the pro and really delights in this new skill)
4. An almost mature understanding of item in the house and who they belongs to…mum’s bag, dad’s hat, popo’s ball…she says and delivers...this seriously blows my mind.
5. And probably the most endearing of her new achievements…an absolute gusto ritual of saying goodbye or goodnight to Apollo. This involves a repetitive ‘night night Popo or bye Popo” followed by a massive cuddle and kiss on the lips. We do not leave the house or head to bed until this is completed.

Yes Miss T is growing up before our very eyes and most days we see this big girl who is well on her way to becoming a big sister in November.

But not on Tuesday. Instead I saw a baby girl, my precious baby girl terrified by a 4 year old Iron Man at the park. The playground was full of other little kiddies having a great time and Miss T seemed to be the only one impacted by a little boy dressed in costume from head to toe. I watched her spot him and observe him from a distance with serious concern before bursting into tears and running for comfort. And with me she sat until Iron Man headed home. I felt such compassion for her little mind that was trying to understand why he looked so different and so scary but I won’t lie, I quietly enjoyed the long cuddles and company I received at a pace so foreign in the busy world that is Miss T.

Keeping a close eye on Iron Man

Not convinced about this guy

 

whatever works

I have (yet again) found myself running around like a mad woman today while Miss T is in daycare. My days are numbered until that dreaded, I mean lovely thing called 'work' will start to take up some of my time so right now I feel like I need to conquer all. I have just sat down to have a breather from the chaos (self inflicted mind you) and of course the first thing to pop into my mind is ' I wonder how Miss T is getting on'.

Gosh I miss my monkey. Right this minute she feels physically so far away (although she is in fact only in the next street) and I can't help but giggle and reminisce about a few of the hurdles Miss T has put me through in the last week. What are some of these challenges you ask...oh you know, wanting to sleep with the car keys...being insistent on having every coffee cup in sight...and perhaps the most difficult at present... not only refusing to sit in her pram but insisting on pushing her pram while we walk. Difficult much?!

As they say, a picture tells a 1000 words...

One of many times she has slept with the car keys this week, bless x

A big shout out to the fabulous friend who taught this little skill! Thanks!

And what has Miss T taught me this week. Mumma just do WHATEVER WORKS!

jet plane

We are on the holiday countdown. 8 weeks till our first international holiday since Miss T was born. In fact as Miss T was a delightful honeymoon baby, the first international holiday since our wedding and honeymoon. Mumma is beyond excited and Miss T isn't going to know what hit her. She has turned into quite the water baby and that is exactly what this holiday is going to entail...
pool, beach, food, sleep, (cocktail for mumma), pool, food, sleep, beach, (cocktail for mumma), sleep...you get the picture. For those experienced mumma's and dadda's out there, I know what your thinking 'this isn't going to be like all your other holidays'. Yes yes your right I might be romanticising a little...no doubt included in our time line will be tantrums, night time wakings and the works but seriously why would I dwell on that! I do feel very sorry for the poor souls who board our plane but hey what can I do. All I can think about is breakfast being made for us EVERY morning and that overrides all.

So yesterday I took Miss T to get her passport photo taken ( something I have been planning to do for the last 4 months) and my goodness it was classic. My slightly cheeky child turned it on for the camera.

Miss T's passport photo- Picture perfect if I do say so myself

Now I might have borrowed the following from the lovely Angus and Julia Stone and the context is obviously different but I think they said (or sung) it perfectly...

I wanna hold her, I wanna kiss her

She smelled of daisies, she smelled of daisies

She drive me crazy, she drive me crazy

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane

Hey hey

miss daycare...

I think I have been caught up in the busyness that is a 1 year old while adjusting to some of the changes that 2013 has already delivered...And as a result, I obviously have not quite processed that it is already Jan 13 - the middle of January and I have only done one lonesome post, which is silly really as so much has already happened. Probably the biggest of them all is that Miss T started daycare.

I now have a toddler...not a baby that's for sure, who 2 days a week goes to daycare and it sure has been an adjustment. Actually the adjusting has only just started and is no where near finished. I am feeling a tiny bit like a mean mumma but equality I am quietly excited for my day off  tomorrow (which I have no doubt will end up with me racing around like a maniac trying to change the world in just 6 hours). And I am reminding myself continually that daycare is great for her...for her social development, she will learn new skills (they are like little sponges right?!) and participate in all sorts of activities...blah blah blah...Miss T is slowly adjusting just like her mumma and she was certainly apprehensive and quite perceptive as we took our first steps towards the center the other day. I think this sequence of photos say it all.

It does makes me wonder just how many decisions am I going to make as a mumma that neither of us are totally thrilled about but probably are the best for us??? I'd love to hear any of your parental dilemma's if you would be willing to share..Yep mother's guilt has arrived. Stay strong mumma I keep reciting...stay strong 

5 days of firsts

Talk about a jam packed start to 2013. In the first 5 days of 2013 Miss T, hubby and I have managed to squeezed in our first ever family holiday and Miss T's first birthday and we put on our first birthday party to celebrate our little monkeys birth. It has been fabulously busy.

Our first family holiday was terrific but at the same time a lovely little comedy of errors. Night one saw us lose the portacot - it was no where to be seen at 6.50pm with bedtime looming- turns out we left it in the carpark (luckily portacot was retrieved without too much hassle just in time to put Miss T to bed). Miss T then settle in for a long well earned sleep. It wasn't until we decided to head to bed that we realised that in the confusion of a new hotel room we had switched on the light in her bedroom at some point and Miss T was sleeping in a fully lit room. Serious chaos for such a poor sleeper! Night two Miss T was put to bed and hubby was sent to buy pizza while mumma sipped on champagne. In a nutshell- dadda split his pants on commute- arrived home in panic- only available pants were next to snoozing bubba (no idea mum and dad!)- order was forgotten by shop- and to top it all off pizza was atrocious. Oh and Night three didn't disappoint, poor Miss T appeared to have a bad reaction to nurofen (as the poor darling is cutting a tooth at the moment) and spent the entire night throwing up and screaming her lungs out. Poor room 2113 is all I've got say about that. Room 2112 apologises.

Following our little get away we celebrated the birth of Miss T on the 5th of January. We put on a little party at a local park and had a fabulous time. And I made my first ever cake from scratch! I big number 1. It made me feel like a real mumma actually. That night after giving Miss T some extra cuddles and kisses and popping her into bed, hubby and I reminisced about the year that was and started from the beginning watching video's and looking at photos of our angel as she grew. At 9.15pm I sipped champagne as I was seriously stoked that I was not pushing a baby out like I had at
that exact moment a year earlier. We therapeutically laughed about how dreadful it was ...The hubby kept saying ' yeah it was BAAADDD' (we mean that in the nicest way possible, of course it was wonderful as we now have Miss T), but SERIOUSLY...I would rather be sipping champagne!

Holiday relaxation

Miss T loved her new mirror friend while on holidays x

Pool side- we have ourselves a water baby

The birthday girl.

P.S Party photos to come xx

december

I can't quite believe that the year that was- by far the most exhausting but also by far the best year of my life so far -is drawing to a close. I would never have believed that I could survive on so little sleep and that I could feel so truely, madly, deeply in love with someone who inflicts such sleep deprivation on me. Daddy, Miss T and I are going to welcome in 2013 with Aunty L and Uncle C- think casual bbq and 9pm fireworks. Not too crazy I know but I can already taste the champagne and that is all that matters really. I think Miss T wanted to cherish our last 2012 moments together so we had a little marathon last night, partying from 12.30-4, so Iv'e done my late night and I am looking forward to popping into bed be say...around 10pm...Miss T's party preparation is in full swing so I need my beauty sleep or sanity sleep rather...

Miss T and I would like to wish you a happy healthy new year. We are going to leave you with the photos from the decemeber challenge we embarked on- a photos a day. I tried my best to stay on task but there are a few days missing. Never the less I think the little collection wraps up 2012 beautifully.
It is as though we have been together for a life time. See you in 2013 xx

 

 

 

 

9 sleeps!!!

So it is as though I just woke up this morning and properly realised that it is Miss T's 1st Birthday in 9 sleeps! Why did no one tell me it was so soon. I just rang the party place to orgainse decorations and guess what...closed until Jan 29!!! So mass panic is setting in. I just said to my hubby 'oh no, why am I such a sh*t mum' and he said 'your not sh*t your just unorganised, which is funny for a teacher'. Thanks hubby so now I am panicking even more...And to top things off, lucky me got myself a tiny bit of food poisoning over christmas, so I am trying desperately to piece together an action plan but my brain feels like mush and I have zero energy going around. But no pity parties for me, I have 9 nights so minus today- 7 days to make this happen. I just googled themeing ideas and guess what, not such a good idea when you have nothing prepared! I just viewed hundreds of beautiful party's themed to the max and thought what lucky bubba's. So where do I start???? I am thinking about everything -all at once, decorations( lanterns or pom pom's or...), tableware( table cloths, jars, cupcake stands, plates, forks, spoons, straws, jars...), food( adult, kiddy, healthy, yummy), drinks( champagne for me...that's as far as Ive got), cake ( homemade, bought, both?!), lolly bag's...(and my hubby just asked 'can we play a war?!?!?!)

Yes yes you are probably thinking, don't lose sight of the bigger picture...You don't need to worry about that as it has only come into my conscious mind 9 days before her birthday...Something tells me this is going to be a common theme year to year...except I will certainly be calling the party shop pre-christmas next time! 9 sleeps to achieve my artistic vision, I better get moving...Wish me luck.

My mumma's christmas brunch table- so pretty, am I missing the gene?

I better make Miss T smile like this on her 1st birthday!

P.S if you run into a maniac woman it is probably me...back away is my best suggestion.

christmas spirit

Miss T and I have been getting in the Christmas spirit this week, belting out Mariah Carey and Destiny's child Christmas songs. I dare say I might just belt them out during the entirety of 2013, why wait till december for such fun! This morning we watched rage where the likes of Justin Bieber, David Bowie and Annie Lennox were also getting into the Christmas spirit and Miss T danced up a storm. Watch out Sophia Grace and Rosie here comes Miss T. We have almost been in training for tonight's extravaganza - we are heading to the carols!!!

Having a bubba has brought a magical dimension to this time of year and I'm loving it. I've always loved singing along to a bit of rage or video hits on a saturday morning and I must admit it has been a few years since heading to carols by candle light but now I have someone to share it with who has the same level of enthusiasm that I do...just perfect. So with 3 nights until Santa arrives and we get to spend our first Christmas with Miss T, I thought I would share with you 3 of my favourite photos from my December challenge. Enjoy and Merry Christmas xx

Day 6 Mirror friend- Where much of her smooching practice has occured.

Day 8 Dancer- Serious excitement for a trip to the beach. Love Miss T's zest for life.

Day 13 Frozen yogurt fun- Looks like Miss T and I share a passion already x

P.S If you dont know of Sophia Grace and Rosie, google them. They are amazing!

baby steps

I am absolutely not one of those mums who harp on about how skilled or clever their kiddies are, but Miss T has a way of making me forget she is only 11 months old. Sometime I look into her eyes and I see an old soul. Maybe it's her new found independence and confident walking...whatever is it, every so often I forget she is still a bubba and expect greater things.

The other week we visited Santa for the first time. Many babies are petrified of Santa but no, not Miss T. She smiled at Santa like they were old friends and looked at me as though to say 'It's no biggie mum, what's with the concern'. I was the nervous one, not knowing the etiquette. Do I say hi? To what extent do I introduce Miss T? Should I say whether she has been naughty or nice...

Miss T has no fear it seems..or has she? In the pool she is so confident we expect her to start doing freestyle laps and at the beach you could mistake her for a tri-athlete (albeit tiny one) the way she runs towards the shore. But the other day something brought me back to earth and stopped me in my steps. I was reminded of just how little and precious my little Miss T is...We went to buy her first pair of shoes and guess what it turns our she is terrified, no petrified of shoes. She is so scared at this stage I honestly think she will be a barefoot hippy for the rest of her life. She can hold the shoes no problem, but as soon as they veer towards her pudgy little feed its all over. Tears, screams, clenching into me for dear life. It is slightly heart breaking but also slightly hilarious...they are just shoes after all...Yep she may be walking, almost talking and oh so confident but I still have myself a bubba.

No fear!

Lots of fear!

bad mumma?

I was judged yesterday morning. I just know I was. I could feel prying eyes and when making eye contact with a mumma and her 2 kiddies I recieved no smile but more of a look of disdain. I thought come on lady, its nearly christmas and it's cute right? Give me a smile! Nope no smile was given...

I've been judges many times as a first time mum, and funnily each time has been for something that I swore I wouldn't do as a mum (naive I was!). Yes miss T is dummy obsessed and bottled fed. I almost feel I need to explain myself now once stating these facts but how ridiculous! Seriously my monkey is a thriving little being who couldn't have more energy or spirit if she tried.

So why was I judged? Oh for doing another of those things I swore I would never do...I popped Miss T in backpack harness, a cute little panda that she loves. Why? Because I've been dealing with a crazy walker who wants to do her own thing and at 11 months old she has less sense than I would hope for someone who wants to walk the land alone. So yes I popped on a harness. How terrible of me to make my day more manageable and my angel safer. (Gosh I wish some mumma's would be more supportive!!!) I don't mean for this post to be a downer and yes this is totally a first world problem and I was lucky to be supported by my own group of mumma's who assured me that soon enough we would all be ditching our prams and become the harness brigade...

Yesterday I was a little down about this moment of judgement and wasn't sure if I wanted to share it but today I am a little bit more 'glass half full' and philosophical and if I could have a conversation with this unknown mumma I would say ' hey if your kiddies didn't need harnesses good for you! If they arn't giving you greif now they sure will when they are 15! Then you will be needing more than just a harness...Ok perhaps that isn't to philosophical?

So for now it's just  Miss T, panda and I going on our daily strolls. I'l let you be the judge though...check out just how cute she looks walking with her little backpack. Bless her and her adventurous ways.

latest obsession

I thought you would all be thrilled to know that Miss T is no longer obsessed with my coffee cups...Ok so maybe it is only me who is thrilled but anyway...phew you say, well yes sort of...now she is beyond obsessed with stirring our coffees with a spoon. It has got more complicated it seems... And our girl is no silly billy, she isn't interested in her own cup, or the same cup as ours with water. No she wants to stir our hot coffee's that we so desperately need to drink. Gee it's hard work creating a human. I actually went without my usual sugar this morning (serious sacrifice!) to try and deflect my little miss stirrer. Maybe Miss T is doing me a favour, I'm sure I don't really need that sugar. No that isn't true, I desperately need that teaspoon of sugar like I need my caffeine hit. It all makes me wonder though- what next? Experienced parents I'd love your insight?

On a side note- I don't think Miss T's amber beads are doing their job very well.We are having a super unsettled week, I am almost getting used to moving to my second bed (manky mattress on the floor) for our nightly battles...I mean cuddles.Yes they may not be doing their job as Miss T chucked them behind the couch a good 3 weeks ago and I have on most days thought of them but am yet to retrieve them...bad mum!

Miss T practicing her stirring all day long

little miss smooch

I've created a monster I mean a smoocher...maybe even a monster smoocher!
How? I am not entirely sure. Maybe I have given Miss T far too many kisses in the last 11 months of her life? Is that even possible? (I mean who wouldn't want to kiss her soft little cheeks or pudgy little legs). Or was it my repetitive 'Give us a kiss sugar' that started this all off... Maybe it was her love affair with Apollo that has cultivated this behaviour...or maybe she was just born a smoocher. Either way I have little miss smoocher on my hands.

Miss T has been sharing the love for a while now. Daddy, Apollo and I receive some gorgeous kisses from dawn to dusk, but all of a sudden she is seriously obsessed with smooching! I mean every banal object in her immediate environment appears to be worthy. And now she has stepped it up a notch and her precious little playmates and their equally gorgeous mumma's have become the recipients. I am not just talking a quick little peck either, I am talking careful, gentle kisses along with sweet little cuddles. Miss T's playmates Master H and J seem a little perplexed to be honest, their little faces almost saying, gee this girl is pretty forward...

Don't get me wrong I love it, and I whole heartedly encourage such warm loving behaviour but as her mumma I am hoping she is getting it out of her system before she turns...say 14?



Where is all began

 

Miss T sharing the love with Master H and J

a photo a day

This morning I thought I could tell you all about our two horrendous nights over the weekend in sweltering hot 35+ degrees- where the whole family (mumma, dadda, Miss T and occasionally Apollo) slept on a since mattress on the floor of Miss T's room trying to find some relief from the portable aircon purchased in a frenzy...serious chaos that included finding Miss T sleeping no longer on the mattress but on the carpeted floor under her cot?! ( bad mumma!!!)  but I sort of feel like I want to dwell on the good and steer away from the bad. Maybe because the kid finally slept last night (I seriously had myself convinced she had completely forgotten how to sleep) or maybe because is no longer 35+ degrees or maybe because I really don't want you to think I am a bad mumma...

so instead I am going to tell you about a little challenge Miss T and I are participating in for the last month of 2012. I thought it would be nice to document the end of Miss T's first year and I saw this idea on a fab blog I follow (bumpyroadtobubba)...so our challenge is a photo a day for the month of December. We may continue it until January the 5th as this will take us to the beginning of Miss T's second year (seriously unbelievable!). Here's a sneak peak of day 1. Miss T's puppy love is not restricted to Apollo it seems...

Day 1- 'Puppy Love' (14 year old Bali was not so fussed on the attention from Miss T)

sparkle

Some days just seem to have a little sparkle about them. I mean today is actually quite gloomy outside but everything seems to be shiny in Miss T and my world. This morning Miss T was reunited with her beloved Lambie thanks to our lovely local courier man- who clearly knows us to well?! - as he ran after the hubby to give him the package when he saw him driving off for work. Seriously cute! It was as though he knew these were special. The hubby called me to run out and collect the multiple lambies and I was like a kid on christmas morning. So excited.

After Miss T and Lambie were reunited we headed to see my Nana Bub, Miss T's great grandma. As their hands locked and eyes sparkled at eachother I thought, how incredible that two woman separated by 84 years of life could link and unite so perfectly. It was as though Miss T (like the courier man) instinctly knew that this was a very special moment for both me and Nana. I shouldn't sugar coat the whole day- we did have to leave somewhat hastily when Miss T decided to have a 'wee' tantrum, non the less it was sparkly morning... So Miss T and I headed to the shops for lunch (which were p.s slight chaos and its not even december). Miss T spilt my coffee while I inhaled my food and after lunch as we descended into the toy shops Miss T was a little sad (putting that mildly !!!) she couldn't have ever toy in the store. I on the other hand was thrilled to buy Miss T her first christmas present. I thought Miss T will never really know how special this moment was for me...yes Christmas chaos, tantrums and the shops and I was thinking I always wanted a little bubba and now I had one and here we are about to spend our first Christmas together. See its all sparkles.

As I am finishing up this post Miss T is in her cot chatting away with Lambie- catching up on news I presume- rather than sleeping. On a less sparkly day I would find this frustrating but today I find myself sitting on the couch with a cup of hot tea thinking, oh how gorgeous! So Miss T's sparkle is Lambie, My sparkle is visiting my nana and buying Miss T her first ever christmas present and Nana's sparkle is seeing Miss T. What a nice little circle. I would love to hear what your sparkle is on this day?

I lost lambie

Yep I lost lambie and it is not the first time...Lambie is Miss T's plush lamb with gorgeous long ears, snow white fur and lovely vintage detailed ears and Lambie is her sleeping buddy..just gorseous is Lambie and now she is gone.

As I know my hubby is an active viewer of my blog (yes bless him for his support) I will not disclose exactly how many lambie's there have been. Lets just say there have been a few. A few bunnies and lambie's in fact and I am starting to wonder when the 'Mumma' gene is going to kick in that makes me supper efficient in collecting all of Miss T's items? Every mum I know seems to have this gift, well except me. Unfortunately when I delivered Miss T I simply did not aquire new found cooking, cleaning, organisational skills. I delivered Miss T and I was still just me.

So now we have no lambie. Luckily for me Miss T is at a point where she can easily go to sleep without her Lambie (mainly because her obsession with her dummies overiddes all) but Lambie is the first friend she likes to say hi to in the morning, so the guilt I feel at the moment as a mumma is huge. When we walk into her room first thing every morning we see Miss T searching busily for her little pal and with a sparkle in her eye she looks at us and excepts us to produce Lambie from her clever little hiding place. We are going to have to endure a few more mornings of dissappointement for poor Miss T until Lambie number??? arrives at our door step. So as I am yet to develop this mumma gene I so desparately wish for, I have instead invested in a bank of  lambie's that will hide in Miss T's chest of draws...I will never again let Miss T go Lambie free, I vow this as her mumma.

self inflicted disaster

Last night was an official self inflicted disaster...and I mean disaster. Poor Miss T seemed to be having night terrors that kept waking her up. The poor cherub was waking from her slumber in absolute hysterics. After we resettled a few times...ok after we resettled ONCE being the smart Mumma that I am I thought, I just want to cuddle my little monkey. (because clearly it is all about me!) so I picked her up and brought her to the lounge room. The lounge room with all her favourites, Daddy, Apollo and the TV. Yes what was I thinking??? This wasn't what she needed...this was that I needed. I snuggled into her soft little face with her tiny arm wrapped tightly around my neck and I loved it. As insane as it is I have been missing our night time affairs. I'm pretty sure I told the hubby that I wished I could boot him out of the bed and snuggle with my girl all night. Be careful what you wish for!!! While I saw an opportunity for cuddles the hubby saw playtime... In his defence he hadn't seen her since 9am that morning so with one little ' hi my little girl' it was on!

Fast forward to 2am and Miss T is still partying hard and the hubby is fast asleep of course! Nothing I do will make her sleep. She isn't upset, in fact she is singing and chatting the night away while I am equally cursing myself for taking her out of that bedroom and the hubby for revving her up. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time as in the dark of the night valuable sleep was being lost while Miss T had a great time pinching my nose and giggling. Miss T must have entered sleep not much longer after this, her little body planted by my side for the rest of the night. We woke to the sound of birds singing in the morning and she seemed pleasantly rested.

If I ever try to give you baby advise, please gently remind me that I have no idea. Disaster.


Morning mumma, good sleep?

Busy busy busy

While Miss T and I wait for the news of a dear friend who will be giving birth any day now I can't help but notice that something has changed. My beautiful girlfriend is about to start the mumma journey with a brand spanking new bubba and something has happened to my bubba. She has been replaced with this busy individual who I see going about her daily business. I've become somewhat of an observer. She has her schedule and she is sticking to it. Let me tell you she does not stop!

In my peripheral I see her walking, kissing (practically anything…lounge, dog, lambie, phone, they are all the same to Miss T and all deserving of a kiss), collecting, sorting, arranging...even answering the phone (which phone you ask…my phone, her play phone, lambie acting as a phone...let’s not worry about the details) with this cute little 'eeoo' which matches the tone of my own 'hello'. It looks like we are starting our next little chapter and I for one am not sure I am ready. I even got excited when she woke last night. I thought, Oh yay I can cuddle her like old times. It was lovely and cuddly but the 10 kg that is Miss T started to get just a little exhausting. I am pretty sure a newborn never felt so heavy.

I'm stoked but also slightly devastated that my little baby is growing up. As irrational as it is, I still would like to wrap her up and put her back in my belly where she belongs. But instead I have to endure her almost teenage like maturity. Miss T is so busy these days I am hoping a visit to the hospital to meet the new bubba will fit in with her schedule. I will have to wait and see…

the apple of her eye

There is no doubt about it, Apollo is the apple of Miss T’s eye and I say he deserves it. This poor boy didn't know what had hit him when we arrived home with our new tiny buddle of joy. And for last 10 months he has endured a heap of crying, many disturbed nights, a fair amount of prodding and poking and he lost his place in our bed…. He has had to learn to share his mumma (I do get occasion looks of jealousy that break my heart) and although he is still loved unconditionally the reality of Miss T has meant just a little bit less time for Apollo and a decrease in walks by…lets say 20%. And he has had no say in the matter. Like I said, he deserves it.

I must admit we were totally cool, calm and collected about introducing our teeny tiny new bubba to our 20 kilo+ big baby Apollo...that was until we arrived home. If you are a parent I am sure you know the feeling when you hop into the car on the way home from the hospital or the first time you arrive home and you think OH MY GOSH it is just us!!! It is almost laughable it is so crazy. No nurses, no buzzer, no friendly little man bringing tea around every half hour (I still miss this)...When we walked through the door I was almost frozen with fear and honestly thought how it this going to work….Well let me tell you it did. And it does swimmingly every single day.

My two little monkeys have become the best of friends and have already started working as a cheeky little team. It’s Miss T and Apollo against the world…or mumma rather. Apollo still gets the majority of the open mouth kisses, they are obsessed, I can’t stop them! They play ball with his disgusting rubber ball that makes me want to barf...again they won’t stop. It appears Miss T’s love is even more unconditional as she almost likes the doggy slobber…

Miss T has been feeding him from her high chair whenever she gets the chance but now they have stepped it up and she sneakily passes food below the tray, they both think they have mum fooled on this one! And now it looks like Miss T is starting to show an interest in taking on the duties of dog walker. Poor Apollo is chased around the house with Miss T trying desperately to get his collar on his neck and although she is making incredible progress with her walking (we are up to 8 steps at a time…too cute) I fear that it will be some time before she will be able to reward Apollo with the outcome he expects. But almost as though they are already scheming I can’t bare to leave him waiting for his walk so we inevitably all head out for a leisurely stroll. Your apple thanks you Miss T.

coffee with a side of construction

Miss T and I headed out for a coffee this morning. For once (well lately anyway) we had a lovely time. Ok that sounds terrible...many of our coffee dates are lovely but this particular one was without a tantrum as my weak skim latte arrived at the table and she was particularly happy and content sitting by my side. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and the bulldozers were bulldozing?! Yes that's right! We enjoyed our coffee with a side of construction. Almost in unison we sat and they commenced excavation. And Miss T loved it. It made me laugh out loud and Miss T following her recently acquired social cues also laughed. So it was coffee, construction and laughter on this friday morning. Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed that I could actually enjoy a coffee accompanied by the chaos of a construction site. Never would I have believed that I could in fact love this coffee and that I would feel so calm and satisfied to have managed such a smooth experience on this particular morning...they can't say becoming a mum doesn't change you!